Non-Linear

If you asked me the formula

to find the area of a circle

I could not tell you.

I could not tell you

it is πr² nor

could I tell you that the

equation

2πr,

would equal the circumference, 

and 

            πd

 would equal the same.

I could not

tell

you

of the speckled quality of

the afternoon’s light, or

of how the evening

fell,

cold, and

     welcoming.

I could not

tell you  exactly what

we spoke
or of the

beautiful,

comfortable, moments of

fleeting

Silence.

This was before and of the time of forgetting.

If you asked me to recite π

I could tell you

that 3.14 would do,

but that I could

(that I can)

recite it

to the 36^th place.

If you

reminded me,

of the speckled quality of

the afternoon’s light, and

of how the evening fell,

cold and welcoming

I could tell you

of how            

we spoke of

the beautiful, comfortable moments;

Of     fleeting    silence.

The cigarette

we shared

in the sun.

This was the time of yearning

for the grass

between

my toes;

Under my feet

Living, 

           cool and

                          refreshing.

I could tell you

this was before,

And of the time of

forgetting

Y=mx+b,

&           

life

was so

much more

than calculations.